The Australian Boss

You are probably wondering why a divorced White Collar Australian is writing for a Gay Rag, is that what you gay men still call these types of magazines, fuck, I just aged myself. 

Yes I am a fifty year old ex-military, I stand six feet and weigh a solid two hundreds pounds, all muscle, well most of it muscle, the small percentage of body fat is geared around my love handles, which women love grabbing hold of when I pound deep into their pussy, and the other bit of fat went straight to my arse, never heard any complaints.  You want to hear more about me?

It's been about two years since I divorced Nicole, and it's been the best time of my life. After you get married things change, and Nicole changed for the worse. I hate to use the word cunt, but that's exactly what she turned into. Sex almost stopped within the first month, and the nagging never ended after we both said "I do", it was like I could never please her, and almost everything I did annoyed her.

I finally had enough of it and divorced her skinny arse, she cried as if her tears meant anything after the insults I took from her daily, especially about my manly scent. It was great to be a bachelor again, and my new Condo was perfect for me, myself, and I. 

Being a middle aged divorce', I made sure to keep my body fit and tight, scooping out the young ladies at the pool was great for my ego. Their husbands did not take care of their bodies, so I had all eyes on my rock solid torso.

As soon as my hair started to gray at the temples I decided to keep a nice short buzz cut, with hair as thick as mine, this cut always suits me best. Now I already described my physique, but I know you horny fags like more details, so here it is.

So you know I'm Australian with a heavy accent that matches my heavy hanging ball sack, giving me a deep voice that makes women weak at the knees. Most of my body is covered with some sort of hair, except my back and shoulders, interesting how hair decides where to grow. I was happy at the places it grew, and the scent it gave me was so masculine, it was hard not to acknowledge me when I walked into a room.

My mates at school teased me when I was the first to sprout some chest hair in Junior High School, that's also when it started to create this manly odor that the other guys weren't able to achieve yet. I'm a real guy here, no fuss with deodorant or colognes, this always made my girlfriends annoyed, especially when I would shove their face in my crotch for some dick sucking action.

I'm very proud of my eight inches of Australian sausage, it's almost as thick as a beer can, thanks to my Dad, hung like a true stallion. I don't fuss with man-scaping, men should be naturally hairy, that's how we were created for fucks sake. For all you little sissies, I have a thick rump roast, covered with peach fuzz fur, and a small patch of hair in the small of my lower back.

My pecs have always stolen the show, it's my favorite muscle to work out, and the results are fantastic. Every shirt I wear stretches across my chest making my erect nipples poke through, and the hair automatically forming an upside down triangle shape gives me more definition.

I have big hands that have never seen a manicure, and my shoe size is a perfect size 12. I never paid much attention to feet, I guess mine are nice, but they stink every time I take my socks off, this was something my ex-wife always complained about. I remember hearing her say, "How could such nice feet stink so bad". So to piss her off, Sunday mornings I would wake up and stick my big toe under her nose to wake her up.

So enough about me and back to my story.

I have a business partner overseas, and together we move money around for big corporations outside of the country. There's a small group that works under me, Lilly, Chase, Edgar, and Jake, I'm sure they probably range in their late twenties for age, each of them is a genius at their work, though there have been a few times I had to check these guys so they know who the boss is.

Friday afternoon, we just closed on a big deal and I wanted to take the team out for drinks and some dinner, if I only knew what I was getting myself into.

I brought us to a quaint steak house, nothing to frilly, but it offered some of the best cuts of meat, and a great beer selection, which I'm sure none of these kids would appreciate, but fuck it, I was picking up the tab. 

We enjoyed our meal and some light conversation, the group was talking about some club they wanted me to go to, it's been almost twenty years since I've been to a dance club.

"Come on David, you'll have fun, trust us." Chase said when I felt his strong hand under the table give my thigh a nice squeeze. Chase's touch got my balls excited for a hot second, he's got a cute girlfriend that I wouldn't mind plowing some day, but there was a weird look in Chase's eyes.

"Yeah David, come on!" Edgar chanted with Chase when a round of tequila shots showed up at the table.

"Who ordered these?" I had to ask firmly.

"I did." Lilly said with a smile.

These kids must know tequila is my weakness, hell after about four shots I can easily become John Travolta on the dance floor, and that's exactly what happened.

I was having the time of my life dancing with Lilly, Chase and Edgar, while Jake was off in the corner trying to finger some girl. 

The music was loud and the room seemed small, making the heat almost intoxicating, I could feel the sweat on my forehead and chest, I even felt my butt crack getting hot and moist from all the dancing. 

I needed a break and something to drink.

"I'm grabbing a drink." I shouted over the loud music.

"NO, it's my turn to buy a round!" Chase shouted while squeezing my shoulder this time, and giving me a seductive stare, he then had the nerve to pat my ass on dance floor.  

Was something about to happen that I wasn't aware about?

Chase returned with our drinks, and we kept the dancing going. It was strange how close Chase was dancing next to me, meanwhile Edgar and Lilly were freaking each other on the dance floor. 

I started to feel awkward dancing with another guy, but Chase just kept grinding his hips to the music, getting ever so close to me.

For a brief moment our legs began to rub against each other, and the sweat beating down both our chest was creating this thick manly aroma. That's when I started to feel myself spinning faster than the room, not like I was going to be sick, but this euphoria I started feeling was not normal, did Chase drug me?

The music kept playing and even though I felt like I might fall on my arse any minute, I kept up with these kids, I didn't want to show my age knowing I could whip any of these boys arse in a second!

Chase made his way behind me while Lilly and Edgar were grinding in front of me.

"Man, I think you met your match." Edgar shouted over the music. "The two of you guys have some rank odor!" Edgar laughed. 

He was right though, Chase had a very strong manly scent, almost as strong as mine, where Edgar was that cologne guy. Probably why Lilly was all over him, and maybe why Chase was all over me like a dog in heat.

That's when I felt Chase put his hand on my waist, and the bold mother fucker started grinding his stiff rod on my big sweaty arse, my butt crack was soaked from all this dancing.

I wasn't sure if the other's noticed, and with this strange euphoria I was feeling, I started to let loose, grinding myself on Chase's throbbing erection. I leaned back and could smell his musky sweat, just as good as mine. What the fuck was happening to me?

Chase squeezed my waist hard, while thrusting his cock between my thighs, he used one hand to start pushing me forward, making me bend at the waist like some slutty girl he was about to poke right there on the dance floor!

I knew I had to get myself out of there, and I think my team noticed, before long we were out of the club and in a cab heading towards Chase's apartment. We lost Jake at the club, and Lilly was flirting hard with Edgar, leaving Chase to start flirting with me, kids these days call themselves fluid, I say they're just horny like the rest of us but need a damn label for it!

"I didn't know you still had moves like that!" Chase cheered at me, our thighs pressed against each other while we squeezed in the cab. The heat coming from our bodies was making me horny for some reason, and I could feel Chase's sweat from inside his pants.

"Where do you think Staying Alive came from?" I said jokingly, when I noticed Chase had his eyes glued to my crotch, and he was licking his lips when his thigh started rubbing against my thigh.

At first this was freaking me out a little, then I thought about my buddy in college, Jim, he used to give me the best blow jobs while I pretended to be sleeping. No girl ever sucked my dick, or swallowed all my hot jizz the way Jim did, I was wondering now if Chase was up for the challenge?

Lilly took her mouth off of Edgar's to halt the cab, "Stop here, this is my block, come on Edgar, you're coming with me."

The cab stopped, Edgar and Lilly quickly exited the cab, leaving Chase and myself alone in the back seat.

"I guess my stop is next." I spoke up to the cab Driver.

"No, we're going to my place." Chase said firmly with a wink in his eye.

"What?" I asked firmly when I felt Chase's hand go up the back of my shirt and then try to reach into the back of my damp slacks from sweating. This guy was actually trying to feel me up right in front of the cab Driver. 

It felt strange hearing another man, command the orders for me, like I was his bitch? Telling the cab driver to go to his place, I thought to myself that Chase was aggressive, just like me?  

I almost blushed like some stupid high school girl on her first date.  There were these tingling feelings I was getting in the strangest places, my butt hole started to twitch.

I don't know what came over me, I tried to lift my arse to give Chase easier access, but my fucking slacks were so damn tight, one flaw to the big arse I have.

Chase and I both stopped and began to laugh when we realized his hand and my arse were too big to make this happen. Chase pulled his fingers from the back of my waist, it was all that he could fit in there, even with my sweaty waistband for lube it was so tight back there.

The cab hit a pot hole in the road, I jumped a little and when my arse landed, it was right on Chase's hand, giving him more than a handful.

That was the last thing I remembered when I woke up naked in Chase's bed the next morning!

What the fuck just happened!  That's all I could think to myself with my head pounding and me being completely naked. "Hello?" I called out, and got no answer, this was a good thing, I could make a quick exit before anyone sees me.

Trying to find my clothes was another thing, and none of them were in the bedroom? 

Where did my clothes come off?  I noticed some black boxer briefs on the floor, not mine of course.  FUCK!  That's when I remembered I hadn't done laundry for a while and was down to my skimpiest string bikini underwear, Where the fuck are they?

Out of the bedroom and down the hallway I saw one of my dress socks, I tiptoed my big naked feet down the hall and retrieved my stinky dress sock, there was still dampness from sweating on the dance floor, but I put the sock on anyway. Now with one sock on, and the rest of my arse completely naked in a strangers apartment, searching for my clothes.

On the couch in the living room there I saw my dress slacks and shirt, still no sign of my underwear or other stinky sock. At this point I didn't give a fuck, and just wanted to get the hell out of there!

I dressed as fast as I could, my dress shoes were near the front door, and thankfully my keys and wallet were still in my pants with my cell phone. 

I was out the door in a matter of minutes, leaving behind one stinky sock and my tiny bikini underwear. It was kinda funny to me as I made my way out of the apartment building, like some whore or slut that just got paid for sex, leaving her panties behind.

I ordered myself a Uber XL, I wasn't about to get in another cab after last night.
The Uber XL arrived and I was comfortable in the back seat, when I noticed how strong my scent was, there was a mix of another man's sweat and funk and I liked it. Nice to be around other guys who don't believe in all that fragrance crap and can just smell like a man.

My phone started to buzz, alerting me of a work email, when I opened it I almost died!

The email was from Chase and there was an attachment, nothing in the body of the email so I opened the attachment. It was a picture of Chase and I deep throating each other's face while on the dance floor last night. Holy shit! Was I that fucked up I kissed a dude?

Then another email came through, in the same format, this time there was a message in the body of the email, "READY FOR MORE?"  Before I could open the attachment I had to look at the other picture again. Jesus Christ! We are really going at it, my hands in Chase's thick hair, sweat on our foreheads, while tonguing each other's throat. By the expression on our face it was something intense, and we seemed to be enjoying it, crazy for two straight guys!

I wasn't sure if I was ready for more, but I did feel something between my legs starting to rise, and without underwear to hold me in, this was not a good idea. FUCK IT! I opened the email.

The next attachment was a picture at Chase's apartment, it was behind the front door, and Chase had me pinned up against the door, kissing the back of my neck while grabbing my arse. It looked like I was enjoying it which was starting to freak me out, yet exciting me at the same time.

In the picture I was arching my back, pushing my big arse out for Chase to grab hold of, while Chase had his hand on my throat kissing the back of my neck from behind.

Now I was starting to get upset that I couldn't remember any of this, at the same time it was starting to turn me on, questioning my sexuality at such a later stage in my life seemed awkward, but what the fuck with these pictures, and with Chase who has a sweet girlfriend?

Why would two heterosexual guys be doing this with each other?

I got another email before I could close the attachment. This time I didn't hesitate to open it, knowing where this was going. This attachment was unreal, it was me doggy style on Chase's bed, again sticking my big sweaty arse out, wearing only my skimpy skivvies, with my big toes pointing like some sissy!

How the fuck did Chase do this to me?

That's all that went through my mind, he must have drugged my drink, roofied me, something, I've never been attracted to another man my whole life, and now it looks like I'm about to get fucked by another guy! 

I have to admit, there was something sexy about seeing myself in these pictures. I've never posed like this, showing some curves with all my muscles flexing, getting in touch with that feminine side, really exposing my arse, sweat stains on my skivvies that were riding hard up my arse crack.

My cock was suddenly rock hard, pulsing in my slacks, giving me another whiff of my manly scent.

Another email!

I wasn't surprised at this point, but actually enticed, getting hot and bothered at images of myself with another man, was I turning gay or something?

The image was me, completely naked, on my back in Chase's bed!

I was holding each of my ankles, spreading my arse as wide as I could, toes pointing like a sissy, and my mouth wide open, I looked like a fucking fagot begging to be screwed!

Suddenly my phone alerted me of a text from Chase, "Are you ready to watch the video...."  
Was he fucking kidding, that fucker actually fucked my arse, and video the whole thing!  

I could feel my adrenaline start to rush, with anger and excitement at the same time.  Fuck yeah I wanted to see the video, at the same time, who else has seen this video was running through my head. 

My phone then started to ring, sure enough it was Chase calling, I wanted to kill the bastard, or at least fire his arse for whatever is on that video!

*okay readers, what should David do?*

CHAPTER 2 Coming Soon!